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A Bad Reflection on the Boss
—CBS Detroit
A zero—
No hero,
Says Nero.
1-800-AI-SAVES
—The New York Times
just contact my new AI twin.
Appointments are free,
so call in and see
the merits of phoning it in.
Moondance
—BBC Sky at Night Magazine
“Was just chancing” to look over
At a dark and private corner of the sky,
When it heard (“I never listened!”)
Something sung which, though it isn’t
Fully polished, has gone viral up on high.
It’s the love song of a planet,
And it’s much too late to ban it
So we might as well enjoy it, on the sly.
You have caught me in a swoonlight,
I’m in retrograde, but yearning to advance:
Will you tango with me, Phobos,
To a tune by Villa-Lobos?
Shall we boogie to Boötes? Shall we dance?
All that makes me Wholly Terra
Is a-quake; Peru’s colliding into France:
Your effect on me is tidal—
I can feel my tropics sidle:
Shall we do the Astral Spiral? Shall we dance?
In the Virgo Supercluster,
I’ve no earthly, but I have to take my chance:
Though I know you’re Mars’s satellite,
You’ve set my thermostat alight:
So how about it, Rockstar—shall we dance?
Fourmi-dable?
—BBC
to garnish a bingsu sorbet
with a two-spotted cricket
(you won’t become sick), it
will please gastronome and gourmet.
l’intermède (as they call it in France).
Now he might lose his stars
and end up behind bars—
Hélas! for a sprinkling of ants!
The Firefly Imperative
—The New York Times
There’s one thing on my mind:
the only thing that’s right and good,
which is, of course, to find
the moment that we meet
there will be nowhere else to go,
and I won’t need to eat!
Low Ammo
Experts warn that low stockpiles of air defense interceptors as a result of the war on Iran leave the US vulnerable.”
—Al Jazeera
Commanders always fib,
An occupational disease
Old as Sennacherib.
I’d study up on Plutarch, friends.
Officials push back? Duck.
They’ve reached their limited wits’ ends.
Attacked, we’re out of luck.
Odd Man Out
Mbappé, Messi, Haaland, Kane.
Also included Infantino.
Hip, Hip, Hooray!
—The Guardian
Can confidently navigate the space
Of a zoo in east Toronto
After fifteen minutes. Pronto!
I believe it’s time our species upped the pace.
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